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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.