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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.