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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.