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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Index,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.