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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.