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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.