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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.