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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.