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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Moody Blues to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Evens,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.