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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.