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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.