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 Nepal 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
DNA,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.