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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.