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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.