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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.