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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.