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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.