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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.