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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.