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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.