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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.