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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Smog,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.