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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.