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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.