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 Togo 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Nico,
Index,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.