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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.