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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.