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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.