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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.