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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.