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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.