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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.