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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.