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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The Associates,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.