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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.