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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.