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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.