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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.