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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.