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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.