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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.