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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.