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 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.