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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Pole,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.