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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.