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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
MC5,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.