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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.