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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.