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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.