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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.