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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.