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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.