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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.