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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.