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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.