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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.