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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Skarface 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.