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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.