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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.