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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.