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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.