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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.