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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Fear,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.