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 Cuba and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.