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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Television,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.