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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Roxette,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.