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 Singapore and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.