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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.