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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.