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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.