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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.