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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.