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 Japan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.