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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.