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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.