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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.