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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.