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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.