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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.