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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.