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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Wake,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.