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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.