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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.