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 Poland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.