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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.