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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.