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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.