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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.