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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.