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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.