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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
X-101,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.