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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.