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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.