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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.