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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.