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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Index,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.