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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.