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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
CMW,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.