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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.