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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.