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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.