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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.