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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.