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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.