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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Neu! 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.