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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.