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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Visage,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.