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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.