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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.