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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.