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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.