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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.