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 Mali 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.