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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
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.