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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.