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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Faust to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Derrick May,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.