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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.