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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.