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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.