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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the rap 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.