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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.