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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.