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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.