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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.