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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.