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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.