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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.