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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.