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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.