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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
UT,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.