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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.