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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.