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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.