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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.