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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.