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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.