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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.