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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.