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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
The Human League,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.