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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.