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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.