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 South Africa 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.