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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.