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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.