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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.