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 India and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.