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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.