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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.