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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.