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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
cv313,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
PIL,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.