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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.