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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.