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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.