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 Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.