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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.