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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.