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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.