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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.