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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.