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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.