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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.