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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.