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 Oman 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Aswad,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.