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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.