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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.