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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Cure,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.