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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Dead C 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.