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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.