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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.