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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.