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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.