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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.