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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Nas,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Television,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.