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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.