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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.