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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.