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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.