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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
ABC,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.