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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.