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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.