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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.