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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 David Bowie 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.