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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.