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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.