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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.