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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.