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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Bluetip,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.