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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.