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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
JFA,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.