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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.