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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.