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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.