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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.