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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.