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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Cure,
DNA,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.