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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.