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 Switzerland 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Niagra,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.