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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.