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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Pole,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.