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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.