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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.