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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.