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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.