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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.