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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.