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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.