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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.