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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.