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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.