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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gong to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.