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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Lower 48,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.