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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.