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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.