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 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.