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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.