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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.