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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.