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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.