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 India and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.