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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.