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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.