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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Minutemen,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.