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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.