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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.