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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.