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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.