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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Motions 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.