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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Technova,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.