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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.