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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.