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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.