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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Yaz,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.