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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.