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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.