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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.