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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.