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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.