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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.