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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.