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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.