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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.