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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.