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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.