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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.