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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.