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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.