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 India and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Monolake,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.