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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.