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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.