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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
PIL,
Main Source,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.