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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.