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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.