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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.