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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.