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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.