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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.