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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.