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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.