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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.