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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.