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 Poland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.