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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.