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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.