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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 cv313 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
ABC,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.