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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.