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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.