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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.