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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.