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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.