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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.