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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.