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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
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.