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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.