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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Swans,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.