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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.