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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.