Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.