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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.