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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.