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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Brick,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.