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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
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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.