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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.