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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.