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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.