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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.