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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.