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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Q65,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.