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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.