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 Suriname 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.