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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.