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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.