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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.