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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.