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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.