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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.