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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.