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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
PIL,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Cluster,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.