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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.