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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.