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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.