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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.