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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.