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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.