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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Swans,
PIL,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.