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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.