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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Magma,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.