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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.