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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.