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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.