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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.