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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.