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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.