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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.