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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.