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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Visage,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.