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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
The Index,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.