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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.