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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Evens to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.