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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.