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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.