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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.