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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.