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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.