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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.