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 Croatia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.