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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.