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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.