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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
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.