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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.