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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.