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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.