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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.