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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.