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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.