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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Franke to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.