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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.