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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.