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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.