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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Visage,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.