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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.