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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.