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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.