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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.