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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.