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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Visage,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.