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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.