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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.