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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.