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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Index,
The Evens,
John Holt,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.