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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.