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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.