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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.