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 Brunei and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.