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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Erasure,
Television,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.