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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.