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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.