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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.