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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.