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 Jordan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.