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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.