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 Antigua and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.