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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.