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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Names,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.