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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.