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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.