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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Visage,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.