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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.