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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.