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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.