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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.