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 United States 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.