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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.