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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.