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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Faust,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.