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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.