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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.