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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
JFA,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.