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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.