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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Nas,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.