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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.