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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.