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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.