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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.