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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.