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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.