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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.