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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.