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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.