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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Technova,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.