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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.