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 Gabon 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Busters to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.