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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
ABC,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.