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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.