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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.