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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.