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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.