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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.