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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.