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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.