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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Q65,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.