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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Magma,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.