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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.