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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
MC5,
June of 44,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.