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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.