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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.