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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.