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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Can,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.