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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.