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 Honduras 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Magma to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.