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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.