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 France and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The Human League,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.