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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.