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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.