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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.