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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.