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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.