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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.