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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.