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 Laos 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.