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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.