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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Anakelly,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.