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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.