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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Television,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.