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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.