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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
UT,
Can,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.