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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Monks,
Faust,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.