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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.