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 Iran 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
UT,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.