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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.