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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Television,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.