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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.