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 Bhutan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.