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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.