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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.