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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The 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.