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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.