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 Canada and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.