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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.