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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.