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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Wire to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.