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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.