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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.