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 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.