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 Tajikistan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.