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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.