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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Whodini,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.