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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.