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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.