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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.