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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.