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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.