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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.