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 Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.