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 India and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.