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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.