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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.