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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.