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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Organ,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.