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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.