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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.