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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.