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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.