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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.