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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.