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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.