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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.