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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.