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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.