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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.