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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.