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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.