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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.