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 Iran 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.