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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.