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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.