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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.