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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.