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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.