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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.