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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.