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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 AZ to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.