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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.