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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
DNA,
Chrome,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.