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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Franke to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.