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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.