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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.