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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.