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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.