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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.