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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.