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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.