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 India and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.