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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Brick,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.