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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.