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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.