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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Pole,
Main Source,
Slave,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Quantec,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Index,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.