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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.