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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Wire,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.