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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.