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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.