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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.