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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Roxette,
DNA,
Magma,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.