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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
AZ,
PIL,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.