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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.