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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.