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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.