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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Slave,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.