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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.