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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Nas,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.