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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.