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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.