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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.